Archive | Sex RSS feed for this section

Red-Handed

5 Nov

  Sunday morning and, uncharacteristically, I slept late.  I usually “arise” hours before Lo – meaning, due to her lovely slumbering, naked body next to me, my cock is up before the sun and then I awake and, wishing to avoid disturbing her, I sneak out of the bedroom and perch myself on the couch […]

Truth Stick

24 Oct

It was Friday night and Lo and I were at a fundraising event at our city’s art museum.  It was a lovely affair and the only thing that gets Lo and me more riled up than art museums is art museums at night, with alcohol and lots of good looking people dressed to impress. In […]

Bigger, Harder, Longer

9 Oct

Carrying a mug of coffee, I walk in on her just as she is squirting, pulling the Hitachi away from her clit.  Her hands scrunch up the sheets under her and her legs are spread.  Her head lifts and her breasts heave as she breathes quick breaths, screaming, “Oh Fuck!  Oh FUCK!  OH Fuuuuck!!!”  She […]

Fuck Noir

7 Oct

It was one of those weeks when I was feeling low rather than feeling Lo.  A depression had settled in and, too depressed to do anything, I felt like trying to shake it was as futile as anything else I had tried to do in my life.  Dark thoughts. Lo had been trying to seduce […]

Spring Showers

19 Sep

It was a beautiful springtime afternoon.  After about three days of storm clouds, rain, wind, and cold temperatures (one should not have to wear a scarf in May!), finally the gray skies gave way to blue and that round, yellow orb appeared.  What’s that thing called?  Oh yeah, the sun!  Birds began singing, and for […]

Game Time

10 Sep

It was Thursday.  The Thursday before Super Bowl Sunday to be exact.  It was just your average Thursday until, unable to shake a persistent cold, I went to the doctor.  After a check-up, X-rays and bloodwork, I was diagnosed with pneumonia and ordered to get bedrest.  Lo, of course, was as caring and fussing as […]

Hopeless, Romantic

30 Aug

  I walked into the office and said, “Ms. Gale, please block out the week of July first through July tenth.  I’m going on vacation.” She looked up from her desk, her blue eyes framed by her wide-rimmed glasses, and asked, “Vacation?!  Where?” “That’s right, vacation.  I’ve gotta get outta here.  I booked a resort […]

Masturbation Monday: Creative Writing and Performance Art

3 Jul

Creative Writing and Performance Art   I heard her typing as she sat across the couch from me, but I also heard her moaning. “Lo,” I asked, looking over the brim of my book, “what are you up to?” “Oh nothing, Daddy,” she said, but the biting of her lip that followed her response belied […]

Sea of Porn

26 Jun

Sea of Porn It’s hot.  It’s humid.  It’s February and we’re on vacation – an escape from the winter wonderland of our northern home.  Lying out by the pool, I admire the scenery, much to Lo’s consternation. There’s a DJ who’s also doubling as the MC for the spring-break crowd.  He has the limbo bar […]

Subspace: Pleasure Spiked With Pain

18 Jun

Subspace: Pleasure Spiked With Pain “No!” she said firmly, “I’m not calling him.” “OK,” I said, not putting up any argument to her decision. “I mean, he didn’t bother to call on my birthday,” she went on to explain her reasoning, “or to even ask how I’m doing when I called him for his birthday.”  […]

%d bloggers like this: